ನಾನೆಂದೂ ಬರೆಯಲಾಗದ ಕವಿತೆ ನೀನು,
ನೀನೆಂದೂ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸಲಾಗದ ಕವಿ ನಾನು.


ಮಂಜುನಾಥ್ ಎಸ್

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ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಕೂತರೆ ಅವಳು
ತಡೆರಹಿತ ರೈಲು,
ಮಾತುಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಮುಗಿದಮೇಲೆ
ಅವಳ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗೆ
ಮೌನವೇ ಮಾಧ್ಯಮ.

- ಮಂಜುನಾಥ್ ಎಸ್

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Why do her eyes
talk too much?

Why?

Shit! I don't know,
I'll never
know.

That's
alright.

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As the cold wind blows
she adjusts her hair
and that is poetry.

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I was afraid and
I am afraid
now,

If I tell her
that I love her,

she would stop talking
to me and my heart
would stop
beating
for
me.

So, I ignored
the love

and let her talk
to let my heartbeat.

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ಕಪ್ಪು ಕೋಗಿಲೆಯು ಕತ್ತ
ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತ ಆಡುತ್ತಾ ಹಾಡುತ್ತಿತ್ತು
ಕೇಳುವವರು ಯಾರೋ
ಎಂಬ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆ.

ಪಿಳಿಪಿಳಿ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳು
ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿತ್ತು
ಕರಿ ಕಾಗೆಯ ಗೂಡ
ತಾಯಿಲ್ಲದೆ, ತವರಿಲ್ಲದೆ.

- ಮಂಜುನಾಥ್ ಎಸ್

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"You should write more love poems"

"Then I should love more"

"Who is stopping you?"

"My heart"

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She didn't say anything
instead, she hugged me
like I was the last
person on earth
she would
touch.

And I left my heart
in the abyss
before it
craved
more.

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ಬರೆದರಷ್ಟೇ ಕವಿತೆಯೇ?
ಬರೆಯದೆ ಇರುವುದೇ ಕವಿತೆ.

- ಮಂಜುನಾಥ್ ಎಸ್

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"One Last Poem."

"You're lying."

"I'll stop..."

"You always say that
this is the last poem,
but you never stop."

"This is the last poem,
I promise."

"If you write one more poem
you'll never see me again."

and I never saw her
again.

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